Category Archives: Transit

The Relative Traveler

Posted on January 22, 2023 by sputterpub

“I can’t keep track of where you are,” Mom said.My brother asked, “You’re flying off again?”My oldest friend observed I often headup north to spend some days with family.I have no wanderlust. In fact I dreadmy absence from the nest … Continue reading →

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After an Early Task

Posted on December 22, 2022 by sputterpub

Exertion that’s required can produceexquisite feeling after it is done.I had to leave my home and put in usecommuting skills, too early to be fun.My coffee I’d the tactic to reduce(so bladder pressure ratcheted to none).Two hours later I attained … Continue reading →

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Encouraging Masks

Posted on December 19, 2022 by sputterpub

Does your mask despair?The positive sign at BARTaddresses that plight.

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How to Jaywalk

Posted on December 11, 2022 by sputterpub

The kids today may need a jaywalk class.They’re inattentive, and the traffic’s dense.It takes an age of walking to amasspedestrian abilities. I senseapproaching drivers who will rudely pass.I harbor busy street intelligence.But all the years I lived to learn the … Continue reading →

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Travel Pt 2

Posted on November 29, 2022 by sputterpub

Exaggerating yesterday – indeed,there’s more for me to travel than return.The treks and touring always seem to feedimagination. Sure each time I yearnfor home, but my displacement plants a seedthat after-nurture sprouts. And so I learn.It discombobulates, but could be … Continue reading →

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Travel

Posted on November 28, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s never been unmitigated funto travel to or with my family.That’s not because of them or anyoneoutside myself – the issue is with me.I’ve always loved my time alone. I shun,as far as I recall, all company.Except (and here’s the … Continue reading →

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Bad Transit (or: Shit Show)

Posted on September 30, 2022 by sputterpub

I like the train for the diversity,and also cause it lets me drive nowhere,but sometimes a repellant qualityconfronts and makes the journeying unfair.The mass I noticed in the bathroom sinkwas not a bean puree, I dread to think,and though the … Continue reading →

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Mask Alert

Posted on September 2, 2022 by sputterpub

The buses still require masking here,and most of them will give you one for free.But there’s no substitute for bearing gear;at end of day, they make no guaranteeyour bus will have one left – uncivillytoo many take too many and … Continue reading →

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Travel Tweak

Posted on August 20, 2022 by sputterpub

I travel-tweaked my back on Thursday last(the lumbar left is weak and I am old).And that was after hoisting weight too fast(at 18 months, the grandkid’s big and bold).But now I’m visiting, at rest, in foldof family, away from all … Continue reading →

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Good Penalized

Posted on July 1, 2022 by sputterpub

I always travel light. I like to beas unencumbered as I can arrange.I want my back relaxed, my fingers free,and so for airplane comfort, I’ll exchangesome toiletries and extra shoes and gearfor compact case (I barely take enough).I savor foot … Continue reading →

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